Darkness at the break of noon. Saints preserve us. A Halloween haunting on Thursday’s Outskirts. A portent of things to come. Bad omens, bad moons. Saints preserve us. Whoosh, goes the big one. Not yet. First things first.
Jugular music by Tom Waits, Johann Sebastian Bach, The Blue Sky Boys, Gillian Welch, and so many more.
Dead ringers wrapped in plastic. Fiddles made from breastbones. Looming pumpkins, tricks, treats, and ghoulish feats. Saints preserve us. Yes!
The finger points, don’t miss the moon.